The Night Owl

We walk where the road is curling up

Like smoke above our heads

Here we stand with our backs against the wall

Of the house where a man once wrote 'Suzanne'

With my friend from Finland

I went down from Athens in the night

In a boat, two pilgrims on a bench

To the island where the dark is never sharp

It breaks my heart

The night owl sings

It breaks my heart

Ooh, my heart

In the room, the bird is on the wire

When we look outside, it's gone

It flies through the trees like bomb grenades

And it falls down like the moon into the sea

It breaks my heart

The night owl sings

It breaks my heart

Ooh, my heart

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